COUCH bears the weight of a thousand stories,
APRON passed down generations, hung up while
BROTH from long forgotten provenance simmers: all just a
TITHE of tithes of the stories to tell.
ludic verbosity for the win
COUCH bears the weight of a thousand stories,
APRON passed down generations, hung up while
BROTH from long forgotten provenance simmers: all just a
TITHE of tithes of the stories to tell.
COUCHed pragmatically in his craft, a smith, donning
APRON, cannot foresee whether cauldron will produce
BROTH for a feast or a mage’s ravening potions. A
TITHE of thoughts while striking are prayers for beneficent uses.
COUCH-bound no longer,
BROTH slops over her
APRON as I take my
TITHE of her cooking.
COUCH, APRON, BROTH, TITHE
CROSS over into each new day.
SAUCE to savor must be sought. So much of the
DOING is mundane, the known, the
USUAL. Yet some moments, some tastes linger.
THIRD of the kings, Frank, was incensed:
NOBLE though his intentions were, he began to
WRING his hands with worry. He had to
SCRAP too many ideas for gifts to take.
HABIT of thinking they’re a far-away thing oft
SOOTHes my careless thoughts; the
ADAGE of blindness aptly describes my
FAULT of forgetting about New Madrid.
NB: The New Madrid fault quaked in the early nineteenth century with such ferocity that the Mississippi River was said to have reversed its current for days. The quakes and aftershocks also formed Reelfoot Lake.
CROSS, SAUCE, DOING, USUAL
FAULT so often dead ends with weary keeping of accounts.
ADAGE might say that grace begins where blame ends.
SOOTH so spoken seems right enough, yet there is the matter of
HABIT, ingrained need to name the villain of the piece, to be its hero.
FAULT, ADAGE, SOOTH, HABIT